She turned to face him fully. Without makeup, in the low amber light, she looked younger. More dangerous. “Kaito is a good man. The best. He remembers anniversaries. He opens doors. He tells me he loves me three times a day. And yet…” She trailed off, her fingers finding the hem of her sweatshirt, twisting it.
He didn’t scream. He didn’t cry. He simply called Erito and said, “The spare key to my place. I need it back.” Erito - Rina Kawamura - Best friend-s girlfrien...
Kaito turned then, and Erito saw it—the crack in his best friend’s chest, raw and weeping. “Then why ?” She turned to face him fully
“You’re late,” she said, not unkindly. Her voice was the same low, smoky murmur that had haunted his dreams for six months. “Kaito’s stuck at work. He said you’d keep me company.” “Kaito is a good man
She touched the spot absently. “It never fully washes off. Occupational hazard.”
She turned to face him fully. Without makeup, in the low amber light, she looked younger. More dangerous. “Kaito is a good man. The best. He remembers anniversaries. He opens doors. He tells me he loves me three times a day. And yet…” She trailed off, her fingers finding the hem of her sweatshirt, twisting it.
He didn’t scream. He didn’t cry. He simply called Erito and said, “The spare key to my place. I need it back.”
Kaito turned then, and Erito saw it—the crack in his best friend’s chest, raw and weeping. “Then why ?”
“You’re late,” she said, not unkindly. Her voice was the same low, smoky murmur that had haunted his dreams for six months. “Kaito’s stuck at work. He said you’d keep me company.”
She touched the spot absently. “It never fully washes off. Occupational hazard.”